Story Behind The Song
Lyrics recast a story told by South Side Johnnie, "Philosopher of the Blues," in Barack Obama's biography Dreams from My Father.
| Song Length |
5:10 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled |
Subject |
Suicide, Will |
| Similar Artists |
Jack White, Aerosmith |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Looka here, down there, tell me what we got
It's a red pool, of her young blood, on a golden mall
Outta nowhere, from the top floor, she just threw herself down
Looked like a punk girl, with the blue hair, and a big nose ring
You know the pain man, yeah the pain man, how great it's gotta be
World's a place
No matter what the race
World's a place
On the way up, to the jump down, did anybody see
Did they look at her, with her black eyes, say she's just another freak
Only 16, maybe 17, a lost white girl
Did they look away, never feel the pain, baby musta felt
Now the cops came, roped the floor off, took the body away
And a mall crew, with a mop and broom, gonna clean up her remains
Clean a red pool, of her young blood, on a golden mall